She dances my dreams into reality,
seductive as the kiss of the night,
sultry breath of enchantment…
a shifting weave of desire coalescing within my heart.
Achingly beautiful under the cast light of the moon,
she is a gestalt of seduction,
her hair, a river of midnight flames floating about her
head,
eyes, a spark of fire struck from the heart of a star,
provocative…
poised…
perfection; a luscious harmony of asseverate beauty,
a dreaming rose gently swaying within the eye of my soul,
a swirling storm of beauty…
wonder…
glory…
grace…
aura flaring brightly within the velvet folds of the night.
She is a picture of sensuality painted against the dark
canvas of my heart,
sensuous as a touch
-a gentle caress-
a sultry embrace,
the mantle of her puissance settling upon me with the
softness of a kiss,
a caress of light skillfully woven into the dark brilliance
of the night,
the liquid dance her beauty,
a flowing river of desire; moonlight falling like a tonant
waterfall,
a desiderate unraveling of feelings from the heart,
a beautiful bloom of wonder flowering like roses in the
garden of my dreams.
She dances my dreams into reality,
a glittering aria of golden succulence;
a drop of honeyed sweetness upon the tongue…
A libertine dance,
beguiling movements of subtle grace,
sensuous and lithe,
nubile and free,
a wild exuberance of divine loveliness,
caressed of the dark,
bathed within the shadowed oeillade of the moon’s light,
she is a lascivious devourer laying in wait,
a licentious trap of rhythmic grace set to seduce me,
her movements a salacious song of saporous longing
igniting a searing brand of lascivious fire within my soul,
moving with a suggestive sway…
a numinous glissade of aphotic lust…
a lubricious arabesques of delicious desire…
she is evocative,
the eloquent premise of passion,
a woven scintillence of luscious intoxication,
a visual harmony of the erotic filling the raw hunger of my
need,
potent as the taste of wine upon an empty stomach.
And I succumb…
surrender to the intemperent urge,
surrender to the effervescent dread,
the seductive fear,
the terrifying arousal…
succumb to the eloquent melody of her sensuality,
succumb to the rising rhythm of her beauty
like a song of luminosity upon my soul,
the measured flow of her movements,
a glissande of light giving shape to my fantasies,
and certainty to my desires…
Richard ‘Poetikz’ Burton
May 26/2014
Excerpt ‘Dream Dancer’
Coming soon…
